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Beckah liked the solitude of the West Tower, just a floor down from where the Owlery was. Hardly anyone came up here, unless they were headed up to the owlery, and even then, they rarely stopped here. It had been a few weeks since the Peter boy had made Beckah snap. Her black eye had mostly faded. The girl honestly didn't remember getting it from the boy, but she knew it had been from the fight. When she was scuttled off to the hospital wing, she had refused any kind of treatment. Instead, she'd just ran into the dungeons and cried until she'd fallen asleep. But ever since then, his words had been rattling around in her brain. Among other things, he had called her a freak. She was a freak, wasn't she? Beckah knew she wasn't normal. But a freak... maybe he was right. Rebekah sighed heavily and looked out the window at the Forest looming in front of her. Quietly, she began to cry.

Beckah hadn't even realized that she was crying until she heard the tears hit the floor. She sat there alone, deep in her own thoughts, even as the footsteps of approaching person sounded in the quiet tower. When the person spoke, Beckah looked up. Her blue eyes were glistening with tears that even she didn't understand. The girl... Beckah thought her name was Clara or Ciara or something, she asked if something happened. Beckah blinked her eyes as she considered the answer to her question. Had something happened? Why was she even crying? The girl didn't even know what was going on with herself. All she knew was her compulsion to leave the school grew every day she was there. Beck was sitting, staring at the floor for a long time without answering the question. Finally, she blinked and looked up at the girl. "Oh, no, I'm fine."

When Clara mentioned that she was crying, Beckah wiped her eyes and looked at the messy mascara there, denoting that she was, in fact, crying. "I don't even know why," she said, looking down at the ground. That was a lie, she did. She was crying because she was a freak. This was a moment of clarity for Beckah, a time when she could really understand the fact that she was different. Even this situation proved it to her. Clara, a girl she barely knew, was sitting next to her and talking to her. Beck could never do that. She barely talked to the people she considered her friends. Dris she usually sat in the same room with him while he painted and she drew in her sketchbook; Flick she barely saw; and Roo... well, he was different. He somehow found ways to engage her. But her encounter with Peter had drawn a lot of this to the surface and Beckah was finally realizing how different she was from everyone else. She was a freak and that was something she was finally facing. After sitting there for several long moments, more tears starting rolling down her cheeks. "I'm okay," she whispered.

⧓ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɴᴅ Tᴀʙʟᴇ ⧓ Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ⧓ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴅᴀss ⧓

Sir Cadogan had been napping in the grass when someone entered the tower. A young boy, annoyed by the looks of him. He was waiting, yes, but for what? For whom? He created a vivid blue flame in a jar, a spell the painting couldn't quite remember. Just as the knight was about to address the boy, another young lad walked in, and almost immediately, the shouting started. Now, Sir Cad was quite used to yelling, but not usually with these... modern terminologies.

The boys were fighting, seemingly over their relationship. No worry, Sir Cad's favorite student a few years back had come to him with relationship advice too, so he knew what to do. After it seemed their shouting was done, the knight covered his eyes as they kissed. Not because it was lewd, no, but to give them a kip of privacy. One of the boys left, leaving only the one that had originally been there. "Dear boy, that did not go so well, did it? No. But you, dear boy, were very brave! Although, honestly, he was a bit of a curmudgeon!" He stepped out, waving his sword as he spoke. It would certainly draw attention, anyway.



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⧓ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɴᴅ Tᴀʙʟᴇ ⧓ Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ⧓ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴅᴀss ⧓

Sir Cadogan stuck his sword into the grass beside him, then rested a hand on his hip. The boy there agreed things hadn't gone so well, but said he wasn't feeling particularly brave. "Well that, m'boy is quite common! You see, sometimes we are bravest when we feel most afraid!" He tapped his helmet, a knowing smile upon his lips. "Besides, m'boy, with a knightly heart, every day can seem less than brave to untrained eyes! But I am a knight, you see? I defeated the Wyvern of Wye! I know bravery!" He beamed, ever proud of his own accomplishments.



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⧓ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɴᴅ Tᴀʙʟᴇ ⧓ Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ⧓ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴅᴀss ⧓

Sir Cadogan tipped his head back to stand in a majestic pose when the boy asked if he were a knight. Apparently he'd been informed about in the tower, presumably Gryffindor. "Well yes, dear boy. I am Sir Cadogan, the greatest knight ever to walk the halls of Hogwarts! In fact, I was a Lion in my day, and surely you are too?" He grinned, his cocky nature showcased here. He pulled his sword from the breezy grass, then pointed it in the boy's direction. "And you, young knight, ought to liven up. You are only young a short while before some stuffy old artist paints you into a box! You do what makes you happy, child, and I promise that includes your loves!" He waved his sword again, startling the fat pony near him to run over to the edge of the painting.



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